[ oh, yukari thinks as mitsuru continues her story, eyebrows raising with each sentence in disbelief, oh, everything had gone so much worse than anticipated. honestly, she understands where her upperclassman is coming from. hearing their beloved leader talk about herself as if she was nothing, had done nothing--if it weren't for kotone standing next to her at the hall, there's a good chance yukari would have yelled at her reflection for daring to say things that felt so untrue.
but she remembers the stricken look on kotone's face after junpei yelled his frustrations at her in the months weeks before nyx's arrival, the genuine frustration in her tone as she snapped back. and she remembers the sudden withdrawal from the rest of them for several days afterward.
mitsuru yelling at her, regardless of good intentions, would have been like a slap to the face. ]
She didn't take that well, [ she quietly responds, rubbing comforting circles on mitsuru's back. ] Then you didn't take it well. And now we're here.
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but she remembers the stricken look on kotone's face after junpei yelled his frustrations at her in the months weeks before nyx's arrival, the genuine frustration in her tone as she snapped back. and she remembers the sudden withdrawal from the rest of them for several days afterward.
mitsuru yelling at her, regardless of good intentions, would have been like a slap to the face. ]
She didn't take that well, [ she quietly responds, rubbing comforting circles on mitsuru's back. ] Then you didn't take it well. And now we're here.